Bab 52: A Day In The Life of Tachibana Aiko
Tachibana Aiko's day started long before the sun peeked over the horizon. The gentle hum of her phone's alarm vibrated on the bedside table, a soft but insistent reminder that it was time to rise. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking away the remnants of sleep. The room was still bathed in darkness, the only light coming from the faint glow of her phone screen.
Bzzt bzzt!
With a deep breath, Aiko swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her feet meeting the cool wooden floor. She allowed herself a moment to stretch, her arms reaching above her head as she inhaled deeply. The air was crisp and refreshing, filling her lungs with a sense of renewal. There was something peaceful about these early mornings, a quiet solitude that she had come to cherish.
Aiko slipped out of her room, careful not to wake her mother who was still fast asleep in the adjacent room. The small apartment was silent, save for the occasional creak of the floorboards under her feet. She moved through the familiar space with practiced ease, her steps light and deliberate.
The kitchen, though modest, was always the first stop in Aiko's morning routine. She set about preparing a simple breakfast—nothing extravagant, just a bowl of miso soup, some rice, and pickled vegetables. As the rice cooker hummed softly, Aiko stood by the stove, stirring the pot of miso soup with a calm, rhythmic motion. The aroma of dashi and miso filled the air, a comforting scent that made the small apartment feel like home.
Once breakfast was ready, Aiko placed the food on the table, arranging everything with care. She prepared a second bowl, slightly smaller, for her mother. Even though her mother wouldn't wake up for another hour, Aiko liked to have everything ready for her. It was a small gesture, but it made her feel connected to her mother, despite the long hours they spent apart.
After eating quietly, Aiko cleaned up, washing the dishes with efficient precision. Her mind was already beginning to drift towards the day ahead. School, as always, would be busy. She had assignments to complete, a quiz in math, and a meeting with the student council during lunch. But what lingered in the back of her mind was the quiet anticipation of the weekend—a weekend that promised something different, something she couldn't quite put into words.
Yosh~!
With everything in order, Aiko returned to her room to get ready. The first rays of sunlight were beginning to filter through the curtains, casting a soft glow on her neatly organized desk. She picked out her uniform from the closet, smoothing out the creases before slipping it on. Aiko prided herself on her appearance, not out of vanity, but because she believed it was a reflection of her character. She wanted to present herself with poise and confidence, no matter how she was feeling on the inside.
As she brushed her hair in front of the mirror, Aiko's eyes caught the photograph sitting on her desk—a picture of her father during his flag football days.
His confident smile, his athletic stance, the way he held the football as if it were an extension of himself—it all served as a reminder of the legacy she was determined to uphold. But today, she didn't allow herself to dwell on it. Today, she wanted to focus on something else, something lighter.
She left the apartment quietly, locking the door behind her. The city was still waking up, the streets only just beginning to fill with the hustle and bustle of the morning commute.
Aiko took the familiar route to the train station, her steps quick and purposeful. She liked to arrive at school early, using the quiet time to review her notes or simply enjoy a few moments of peace before the day officially began.
Her thoughts drifted, as they often did during these morning walks, to the people in her life. Her mother, who worked tirelessly to support them both; her friends, who brought moments of joy and laughter into her days; and, of course, Sota, who had become an unexpected but important part of her world.
She found herself thinking about him more often than she'd like to admit, wondering what he was doing, how he was feeling. There was something about Sota that intrigued her, something that made her want to understand him better.
The train ride was over too soon, and before she knew it, Aiko was stepping off at her stop, the familiar sight of Seiryuu High School looming in the distance. The school day itself was unremarkable—classes, as always, passed by in a blur of lectures, notes, and occasional whispers with her friends.
But today, Aiko was distracted. Her mind kept wandering to the message she had sent Sota the previous night, asking if he would go shopping with her over the weekend.
She hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. The way she had paced back and forth in her room, clutching her phone, debating whether or not to send the message.
Her heart had raced, her fingers trembling as she typed out the words. It had felt like such a big deal, even though, logically, she knew it was just a simple request. But there was something about it—something about asking him to spend time with her outside of their usual routines—that had made her nervous.
When Sota had replied, it had been with his usual straightforwardness, a simple "Sure, see you then." Aiko had stared at his response for what felt like an eternity, a mix of relief and frustration bubbling up inside her.
She had wanted more from him, some sign that he was as excited as she was, but instead, he had responded as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Maybe it was, she mused, but that didn't make it any less nerve-wracking for her.
The day wore on, and Aiko found herself glancing at the clock more often than usual, counting down the minutes until the end of classes. When the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Aiko felt a wave of relief wash over her. She gathered her things, slipped her books into her bag with quiet efficiency, and made her way to the student council room for the afternoon meeting.
The meeting was brief but productive, focused on the upcoming school festival. Aiko contributed her ideas, as she always did, but her mind was elsewhere. She was already thinking about the weekend, about spending time with Sota.
It was just shopping for club supplies, she reminded herself, but it felt like something more. A small smile tugged at her lips as she imagined how it might go—what they would talk about, where they might eat lunch, whether he would notice the small details she had paid attention to in her appearance.
By the time the meeting ended, the sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. Aiko made her way to the school gates, her thoughts still preoccupied with the weekend. She wondered if Sota was thinking about it too, if he was as excited as she was. The thought made her heart flutter slightly, and she shook her head, trying to clear her mind.
The walk home was peaceful, the cool evening air a welcome change from the stuffy classrooms. Aiko's neighborhood was quiet, the streets lined with trees that rustled gently in the breeze. As she approached her apartment building, she took a moment to pause, looking up at the sky. The first stars were beginning to appear, twinkling faintly against the darkening canvas.
Aiko let out a soft sigh, a mix of anticipation and nervousness filling her chest. The weekend couldn't come soon enough.
She entered the apartment, greeted by the familiar scent of her mother's cooking. The sound of clattering pots and pans echoed from the kitchen, and Aiko felt a warm sense of comfort wash over her. She slipped off her shoes and padded quietly into the kitchen, where her mother was busy preparing dinner.
"Welcome home, Aiko," her mother greeted her with a smile, her hands deftly chopping vegetables.
"Thanks, Mom," Aiko replied, leaning against the counter. "Do you need any help?"
"No, no, you go relax. You've had a long day."
Aiko nodded, but instead of retreating to her room, she lingered in the kitchen, watching her mother work. There was something soothing about the way her mother moved, the way she handled everything with such care and precision. It reminded Aiko of the way she approached things in her own life, always striving to do her best, to be the best version of herself.
After dinner, Aiko finally retreated to her room, her mind still buzzing with thoughts of the weekend. She sat at her desk, pulling out her textbooks and notebooks, but found it hard to focus. Instead, she found herself staring at the photograph of her father once again, the familiar ache in her chest making itself known.
She missed him. She missed the way he used to cheer her on, the way he always had the right words to say when she was feeling unsure of herself. He had been her biggest supporter, her role model, and she wanted so badly to make him proud.
But tonight, Aiko didn't let herself dwell on it for too long. Tonight, she allowed herself to look forward to the weekend, to the small excitement of spending time with Sota. It was just a simple outing, she reminded herself, but it was enough to bring a smile to her face as she finally settled down to study.
The night was quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of pages as Aiko flipped through her textbooks. But even as she focused on her studies, a small part of her mind remained on the weekend, on the possibilities it held, on the chance to get to know Sota a little better.
And with that thought, she felt a quiet sense of contentment settle over her, a feeling that maybe, just maybe, everything was going to be okay.
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DaisukiDayoSenpai
DaisukiDayoSenpai Just another filler chapter, it's a little bit long though heuheu~
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Bab 53: A Day In The Life Of Hinokami Koenji
The day for Hinokami Koenji began before the first light of dawn. The quiet, predawn hours were his sanctuary, a time when the world was still and the only sound was the steady rhythm of his breathing. He had always been an early riser, a habit ingrained in him since childhood. His father, a stern and disciplined man, had drilled into him the importance of starting the day early, of seizing the day before it slipped away.
Koenji's room was simple, almost spartan in its neatness. The walls were bare, save for a single photograph of his family on the small nightstand beside his bed. The bed itself was neatly made, and the covers pulled tight with military precision. Everything in his room had its place, and everything was in its place.
As the alarm clock buzzed softly on his nightstand, Koenji opened his eyes. He didn't need the alarm to wake up; his internal clock was already set. He turned off the alarm with a practiced hand and sat up, stretching his arms above his head. The muscles in his shoulders and back tensed and then relaxed, the familiar routine bringing a sense of comfort.
He dressed quickly, pulling on a plain white t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts. His movements were efficient, almost mechanical, a reflection of the discipline that had been drilled into him over the years.
Once dressed, he made his way to the small balcony attached to his room, where a single punching bag hung from the ceiling. The balcony overlooked the quiet residential street below, but Koenji's focus was entirely on the task at hand.
He began his morning workout with a series of warm-up exercises—jumping jacks, high knees, and shadowboxing. His movements were precise, each punch and kick a testament to years of training. The punching bag swung with each hit, the dull thud of his fists hitting the leather echoing in the stillness of the morning.
"Thump, thump, thump."
Koenji's breath came in steady, controlled bursts as he moved through his routine. He wasn't the type to slack off, even in the early hours of the morning. His father had always emphasized the importance of hard work and discipline, and Koenji had taken those lessons to heart. He knew that success didn't come easy; it was earned through sweat, effort, and relentless determination.
After an hour of intense training, Koenji finally stopped, his chest heaving with exertion. Sweat dripped down his face, and his muscles ached in that familiar, satisfying way that came after a good workout. He wiped his face with a towel and took a deep breath, savoring the cool morning air.
With his workout complete, Koenji returned to his room to shower and change into his school uniform. The crisp white shirt and navy blue blazer were a sharp contrast to the casual clothes he had worn during his workout, but Koenji took pride in his appearance. He believed that the way you presented yourself was a reflection of your character, and he always strived to present himself with dignity and respect.
As he buttoned up his blazer, Koenji glanced at the photograph on his nightstand—a picture of his family taken when he was a child. His father stood tall and proud, his expression stern but not unkind. His mother smiled gently, her hand resting on Koenji's shoulder. And there he was, a young boy with a determined look in his eyes, already showing signs of the man he would become.
Koenji's relationship with his father was complicated. There was respect, certainly, but there was also a distance that had grown between them over the years. His father had always been a man of few words, his expectations high, and his praise scarce. Koenji had spent much of his life trying to meet those expectations, to prove himself worthy of his father's approval. But somewhere along the way, he had realized that he wasn't just doing it for his father—he was doing it for himself.
Satisfied with his appearance, Koenji grabbed his school bag and headed downstairs. The house was quiet, as it usually was in the mornings. His father had already left for work, and his mother was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen. The smell of miso soup and grilled fish wafted through the air, a comforting scent that reminded Koenji of home.
"Good morning, Mom," Koenji greeted as he entered the kitchen.
"Good morning, Koenji," his mother replied with a warm smile. "Breakfast is almost ready. How was your workout?"
"It was good," Koenji said, taking a seat at the table. "I'm feeling ready for the day."
His mother nodded, placing a plate of grilled fish and a bowl of miso soup in front of him.
Koenji didn't respond immediately. He knew his mother meant well, but the mention of his father always brought a mix of emotions. Instead, he focused on his breakfast, savoring the familiar flavors.
As he ate, his thoughts drifted to the day ahead. School would be the usual routine—classes, studying, and then practice after school. But today, he found his mind wandering to other things. The flag football team, for one.
It was a recent addition to his life, but it had already become something he looked forward to. It was a way to channel his energy, to push himself physically and mentally. And then there were his teammates—Sota, Aiko, Kaminari—they were all different in their own ways, but they shared a common goal.
Koenji finished his breakfast and thanked his mother before heading out the door. The walk to school was a quiet one, the streets still relatively empty. He liked this time of day when the world was still waking up and the noise of the city hadn't yet drowned out the sounds of nature.
As he walked, Koenji found himself thinking about Sota. There was something about the guy that intrigued him—maybe it was his quiet determination or the way he carried himself with a sense of purpose. Sota wasn't the most talkative person, but Koenji respected that. He could tell that Sota was someone who thought things through, someone who didn't waste words.
Before long, Koenji arrived at Seiryuu High School. The day unfolded much as he had expected—classes, assignments, and the usual hum of student life. Koenji wasn't the type to get caught up in the social aspects of school. He had his circle of friends, but he was content to keep to himself most of the time. He preferred to focus on his studies and his training, always striving to better himself.
During lunch, Koenji found a quiet spot outside to eat. The school courtyard was bustling with activity, but he managed to find a bench under a large tree where he could enjoy his meal in peace. As he unwrapped his bento, he noticed Kaminari approaching, a grin on his face.
"Mind if I join you?" Kaminari asked, already sitting down beside Koenji before he could respond.
Koenji shrugged, not minding the company. "Go ahead."
Kaminari opened his own bento, taking a bite before speaking again. "So, you're coming to practice after school, right? I heard we might be trying out some new plays."
"Yeah, I'll be there," Koenji replied. "I'm curious to see what Sota has planned."
Kaminari nodded his usual easygoing demeanor on full display. "Same here. I think we're really starting to come together as a team. It's kind of exciting, don't you think?"
Koenji allowed himself a small smile. "Yeah, it is. We've got a good group. We just need to keep pushing ourselves."
The conversation flowed naturally between them, a mix of school, practice, and the occasional joke. Koenji appreciated Kaminari's lightheartedness—it was a nice contrast to his own more serious nature. As they finished their lunch, Koenji felt a sense of camaraderie, a quiet understanding between them that didn't need to be spoken.
The rest of the school day passed without incident, and soon it was time for practice. Koenji was one of the first to arrive at the field, as he usually was. He liked to have time to warm up, to mentally prepare himself for the training session ahead. As the other team members arrived, Koenji greeted them with a nod, his focus already shifting to the drills they would be running.
Practice was intense, as always. The team worked on new plays, honing their skills and building their chemistry. Koenji pushed himself hard, his mind and body fully engaged in the task at hand. There was a sense of satisfaction in the work, in the way the team moved as one cohesive unit.
After practice, Koenji stayed behind to run a few extra drills on his own. The field was empty by the time he finished, the sun dipping low on the horizon. He wiped the sweat from his brow and took a deep breath, the cool evening air filling his lungs.
As he walked home, Koenji felt a sense of quiet contentment. The day had been long, but it had been productive. He had pushed himself, both physically and mentally, and that was what mattered to him.
When he arrived home, the house was quiet, his mother already in bed. Koenji made himself a simple dinner, his mind still lingering on the events of the day. He thought about Sota, Kaminari, and Aiko—the people who had become a part of his life in ways he hadn't expected.
As he sat down to eat, Koenji allowed himself a rare moment of reflection. His life was a series of routines, discipline, and hard work, but it was also more than that. It was about the people he chose to let in, the connections he made, and the quiet moments of satisfaction that came from knowing he was doing his best.
With that thought in mind, Koenji finished his dinner and headed to bed, ready to do it all again tomorrow.
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Another filler, don't worry, I will release all these fillers at once, ten chapters in one day, you hear~ hehhe
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